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The 10-foot mural along state Route 21 was removed last month so the building can be repaired. MASSILLON Text messages and phone calls from friends weren’t enough to make Scot Phillips believe that a mural he painted years ago on a city building had somehow vanished. The artwork depicting Lillian Gish — whose acting career in the early 1900s spanned silent films, radio and later television in 1948 — is significant to Massillon because of her visits here between filming. Surely, it couldn’t be gone. To Phillips, an artist and the Massillon Museum’s operations officer, the mural holds special meaning. It was his first. And it helped launch a succession of other jobs painting murals. He had to see for himself. Phillips drove south on state Route 21 off Lillian Gish Boulevard SW. He could see the city’s pump station building. On the north side, a man had been using a pressure washer to clean the walls. Phillips was stunned. His friends weren’t kidding. The 10-foot mural depicting Li...

Photoplay Magazine ‘33 The Real Critics, the Fans, Give Their Views $10.00 Letter Los Angeles, Calif. While dining in a Los Angeles restaurant one evening, I met a crippled man who was bubbling over with his good fortune, in obtaining a few days' work in pictures. But to him the outstanding event of that particular day was when a lovely lady drove up to where about fifty of the crippled "boys" were working on location, and treated them generously with ice cream. Afterwards they learned that she was the famous actress, Lillian Gish. Tears came into the poor fellow's eyes as he told me of this slight experience. Pondering afterwards on how these boys had been touched by her thoughtful act, I took the liberty of writing Miss Gish and telling her how much it was enjoyed and appreciated. In due time, I received an answer from Miss Gish, overflowing with kindest appreciation of my letter and happiness at learning the pleasure her "tiniest act,...

Unfortunately I'm under the new iron courtain (Europe) so, for anyone else living in the "free world" please access the below link: https://www.bgfalconmedia.com/campus/gish-theater-curator-left-out-of-the-loop/article_73a4a456-a703-11e6-a938-8b415af82c28.html  Thank you a lot Cassidy Manninen:  Confusion and miscommunication have plagued the renovations of Hanna Hall and the relocation of the Gish Film Theater. As part of the University’s plans to update the interiors of its “traditions” buildings, Hanna Hall is scheduled to receive interior remodels, possible additions to the structure and the relocation of the College of Business into the building. Ralphe Wolfe, the curator at the Gish, said he was left out of the loop when the decision was made to renovate Hanna Hall. Wolfe spoke with Mazey in September 2015 and told her he had no idea the renovation was occurring. He said Mazey told him he was “out of town” at the time. “I thought, ‘I do have...

Diane of the Follies (1916) – Lillian Gish is appearing in Diane of the Follies at Fine Arts studio, under the direction of Christy Cabanne. Miss Gish plays the title role, that of a chorus girl. She declares it is entirely different from any she has ever assumed. “I hold the record as champion deserted wife in the films,” said Miss Gish. “I counted up the other day and find I’ve been deserted fifteen times. In this play, I’m delighted to say, I leave my husband flat. And there’s no villain to pursue me either., which, of course, will make it rather lonely at first, but I shall get used to it in time.” 1916 – Lillian Gish is appearing in “Diane of the Follies” at Fine Arts studio …

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Walt Whitman , 1819 - 1892  Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child    leaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower’d halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as    if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and    fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as    if with tears, From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in    the mist, From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease, From the myriad thence-arous’d words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any, From s...